This Ain't No Fantasy

This Ain't No Fantasy - MC Tunes/808 State

Staring at the city from the height of my home

Thinking about what back street to roam

I am born from the city but I'm in no gang

There ain't no revolution around where I hang

Out for a good time no money to spend

So I revised on how many rules I'll bend

To get what I want no income support

No medals or honours for the battles I fought

Get my sh*t together throw my coat on my back

Pick up my pipe and my w**d and set out on my tracks

Out into the open vulnerable to the streets

Cautious but ready about the people I meet

I see a light in the distance so I ring the bell

Top floor flat the music's loud as hell

It's a high class ghetto it's where we meet

But we talk smoke a w**d before we hit the street

Tramp on the corner buzzed cold out of his head

Knee high in a blues someone else is dead

Riot van cruising slowly staying close to my arse

Right turn down an alley and time was ours

Carried on with the mission on what punks to tax

A group of fools lay in our tracks

Hustle to the middle picking rockets and all

I feel a blow to the head so I started to brawl

Beat the fools down took control on their cash

Straight down to my brother's house to buy a quarter of hash

Cold chilling with smoke put together with skins

The clock hits one that's when the party begins

This ain't no fantasy

Ain't no fantasy

Just a swift kick in reality

We meet our destination in a stench in a crowd

Round an empty corner where the speaker is found

This place had no class it wasn't the Ritz

But we could sit down and chill and go get blitzed

With my bottle special brew is my sip

I've got some ill freak face and he's talking sh*t

The time rolled on and we decided to leave

Hit the doors headed out to the morning breeze

Breathed in deep to try and clear my head

Turn around SPG van lay dead ahead

It was the dibble that we shook off from earlier on

I spun around started running

My boys were gone I was on my own

Leaving dust for my trail

But every effort I made wasn't gonna fail

Running strong through the city keeping my head down

Put the beast to shame because I knew my ground

This ain't no fantasy

This is no fantasy

Sweet dreams

Stayed awake all night but felling tired and weak

Got the music turned down so I could hear the street

I hear the revs of an engine

I hear a side door sum

First connected my door 3 or 4 loud bangs

Butterflies in my stomach as I prowled down stairs

Hear the voice of my posse

Yo Tunes you in there

I unlocked the door hustled them all in

Said to my partner Calvin

'Where the f**k you been

Him and the boys got run through town

Jay big got gripped

Pigs beat him down

We stayed quiet for a second and reminisced

But it's survival of the freshest and that's the way it

Ain't no fantasy

Ain't no fantasy

Ain't no fantasy

Just a swift kick in reality

I'm classed as a thug no more at all

A number in a book another brick in the wall

Over population but no accommodation in the house of love

There's no organisation they vote about nothing

And nothing gets solved

Kinnock's only word is 'Let's get rid of the bomb'

He is a fool he got no sense and Thatcher is just as dense

Her only worry is 'more pounds and pence'

It's a never ending race and no-one ever wins

But we all get punished for someone else's sins

They say the kids are the cause of all this trash

And our living's a crime but they live in the past

Young boys are abducted young girls are raped

Babies are born and classed as f**king mistake

You ask why we're violent you must be blind

But no-one gives a sh*t 'cause they ain't got the time

This is no fantasy

What you see before you is flesh and bone

Ain't no fantasy

Yet organization

All we got